Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Wake,
DNA,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.